Due to suspected liver failure I have been in a situation where I was told I only had a few months to live at most.
Every morning I had a blood test and every evening I got a number back. If the number went below a certain level then my liver had failed and I was to die (there was no hope of a transplant). That number had already been passed. If the number went below the next line then I was probably already dead.
I was told there was almost no hope of survival.
Its very strange to look in to the next month and see an eternity.
The time I had alone, I spent preparing my self. I needed a lot of that.
In the time time spend with friends I found my self feeling strangely benevolent to everyone.
I never got the feeling that I had missed out on anything, despite being young at the time.
Its terrifying, but you have no choice other than accepting it. If it was a execution instead of ilness I don't think my mind would have accepted it. I think that would make things a lot harder.
I spent 4 days in which it was believed that my liver had failed before the number started creeping up again. Fortunately I made a almost complete recovery.
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